The streamer is incredibly popular, and the top spender on her is vying to pamper her.

[Lin Wujing: A man over 26 is practically 60]

[Jiang Zhouzhou: Utter nonsense]

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Yin Yue returned from the port city, and Jiang Zhouzhou, feeling guilty for doing something wrong, hid away.

Actually, she wasn't the one at fault.

Blame it on some shameless vixen who deliberately kissed and hugged her during the video call.

She is also a victim.

Morning run, no thanks.

I bought her a gift and asked her to pick it up, but she refused.

I learned a new Western dish and offered it to her for free, but she refused.

But when the photo was sent, Jiang Zhouzhou noticed that someone's broad shoulders and narrow waist were inadvertently reflected on the marble tabletop.

Tap the photo, then silently swipe two fingers to zoom in.

The neckline is really low; you can see the pectoral muscles.

Jiang Zhouzhou let out a breath and raised her hand to fan herself.

The more you fan it, the hotter it gets.

Nowadays, men really need to have morality and pectoral muscles, good character and abs, and a bottom line and V-line.

[Ginger Porridge: Can we finish all this?]

[Jiang Zhouzhou: Oh well, I guess I'm just being kind.]

[Jiang Zhouzhou: I'll go help you with part of it]

She turned off her phone screen and sneaked off to the next room.

Seeing that she had finally stopped hiding like a gopher, the man, whose scheme had succeeded, chuckled as he buttoned up his collar, "It's really hard to see you now."

Jiang Zhouzhou blinked, trying to justify herself: "I've really been quite busy lately, do you believe me?"

However, faced with such an unconvincing argument, the man replied, "I believe you."

But the next second, "He has time to kiss other people, but no time to see me."

Jiang Zhouzhou: "..."

She tried to slip away, but a large hand pulled her back out.

A soft sigh escaped his thin lips, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"Why are you running away? Didn't you come here to have dinner with me?"

Yin Yue pressed her down into a chair, and seeing her timid appearance, a slight smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Jiang Zhouzhou regretted her lustful thoughts and then openly and honestly delivered herself into the tiger's mouth.

But, it has come.

She took a vicious bite of the juicy, fatty steak and then sipped a large mouthful of cream of mushroom soup.

It tasted weird, so I took another big gulp.

Sitting across from her, Yin Yue quietly watched her eat, then suddenly said, "Eating so fast, are you planning to finish quickly and slip away?"

Jiang Zhouzhou, her thoughts exposed, said weakly, "No, I'm just really hungry."

With the sound gone, Jiang Zhouzhou picked up her bowl and sipped her soup, her eyelids twitching as she stealthily glanced at the man opposite her.

"Brother Yin Yue, aren't you going to eat?"

She ate a lot, but he didn't touch his chopsticks.

Yin Yue lowered his eyes and smiled at her: "I'll eat something else later."

Jiang Zhouzhou, who always understands instantly, suddenly realized something and her mind went blank.

With his long, slender hand, he pulled out a tissue and gently wiped the soup from her lips.

Her voice, both soothing and seductive, was deliberately lowered, carrying a coaxing tone, "Sleep here tonight."

"Is it okay, baby?"

His fingertips brushed against her lips, and the word "baby" escaped his lips, imbued with an intense, ambiguous tenderness.

He was like a seasoned hunter, luring the naive young girl step by step.

Fortunately, Zhouzhou hadn't completely lost her senses because of lust, and she stammered, "No...no, I still have to scoop Tangyuan's poop tonight."

Rejected without hesitation, Yin Yue conceded, "Then leave later and stay with me a little longer."

A hint of sadness crossed his eyes. "We haven't seen each other for days. I was so busy trying to get back to see you as soon as possible, but now that I'm finally back, you're avoiding me again."

"I'm so sad, Zhouzhou."

His eyes were lowered, and he rarely showed his grievances in front of her.

Jiang Zhouzhou felt a pang of pain in her heart. She had been so preoccupied with feeling guilty these past two days that she had indeed neglected his feelings.

"I miss you too, Brother Yin Yue."

"But I'm afraid you'll get angry, so I don't dare..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, like that of a child who had made a mistake.

Her head was gently rubbed, and his gentle voice fell into her ear.

"How could I bear to be angry with you? No matter what you did wrong, I will not blame you."

His unconditional concessions and doting made Zhouzhou's heart ache.

"Then... I won't be going back tonight."

She regretted saying it not long after.

Because you feel sorry for men, you're the one who suffers.

While someone was clearing the table, Jiang Zhouzhou nestled on the sofa and secretly opened some links that Lin Wujing had sent her before.

She blushed and clicked on it.

I stared at it for two minutes with my eyes wide open.

He left, his face flushed.

She raised her arm and gestured, her eyes gradually filled with terror.

But thinking about it carefully, not every man is as exaggerated as in the video, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When Yin Yue came out of the kitchen, he noticed that Jiang Zhouzhou looked strange and asked softly, "Why is your face so red?"

Jiang Zhouzhou, afraid of being caught watching the videos, quickly shook her head: "It's nothing."

He hid his phone behind his back and secretly glanced at a certain spot.

Now, not only did her face turn red, but her whole body was almost completely red.

Yin Yue noticed all her little movements, and his Adam's apple bobbed when he saw the direction her eyes were sneaking around.

He leaned closer to her, encircling her completely in his arms.

His breath was hot, like waves of heat.

Jiang Zhouzhou's whole body tensed up, her eyes trembling as she watched the person in front of her gradually approach. His aura was like a fierce intruder, leaving her powerless to resist.

From a fleeting kiss to a vigorous, grinding motion.

She helplessly clung to the man's lean waist, forced to endure his fierce demands.

A thin mist gradually filled her eyes, and even the corners of her eyes turned a red that made one want to ravage them.

"Don't be so fierce."

Jiang Zhouzhou wanted to cry; she almost cried from just a kiss.

I dare not think about what will happen next.